This appears to be a very ridiculous trap if the store is out of cash and the cashier doesn’t warn you ahead of time. The point of sale system has no option to cancel this transaction– in its code, it treats that as change that’s been issued and that’s that.
Finally, the manager solved the problem, for me at least, by giving me $10 out of his own wallet. He should not have had to do this.
The condition that led to this is the ubiquitous “South Florida Sucks” part of the post.
This happened to me at a 7-11 store that, for a while, had armed robberies almost weekly after dark. They no longer have the usual electronic cash vault unit that 7-11 stores all do, because it left on the back of a pickup truck in one of their recent robberies. Guess who was lucky enough to ask for cash back the afternoon after they got knocked over yet again in broad daylight?
This store now has a police officer parked at it every night to deter the robberies. It pretty much works, but the store usually slams the doors shut and turns out its lights immediately if the officer has to leave on a call. I can’t blame them.
Every time I start wondering why I’m foolish enough to dream of moving far from here, I’m reminded by a zombie bum fight in the middle of the road in a blinding rain that maybe it’d be more than just a regrettably useless change of scenery.
One was throwing construction barricades at the other, both next to the only lane out of town.
Why do I keep feeling like nobody wants me to make really neat ambient electronic music, as if there’d be nobody who’d listen….
While I listen to music of that style a lot and see other artists on Bandcamp and SoundCloud with their compositions?
This is one of the fields I’d really love to someday apply my skills with electronics and mechanical technology towards.
From the “excessively pleasing” department….
Flip dot love?
Flip dot love.
Crawling down the road and a car suddenly leaps out behind me from a driveway and starts the bad red, white, and blue disco lighting.
Officer comes to the passenger side window and asks for my license, registration, and insurance card.
He doesn’t even walk to his car to look up my license or anything, instead, leaning in my window right above the huge TV camera on the seat, he offers wisdom…
Why the hell are you still driving that beat up piece of shit?!
And here is where I regret not having that thing running.
I recognize the officer. He pulled me over a while back and then the exchange was more insensitive than tonight’s.
Where are you from? You don’t look like you’re from around here.
Oh, you are?
… Native American? Aren’t you guys usually totally covered in tattoos and shit? Well I’ll believe you because you’ve got the hair…
Once again you leave me without any cause to write a citation.
Just make it, you potato.
Hopefully you’ll see what I mean.
For over a year I’d been trying to rent a storage unit to stash some of my equipment in when not in use. I had no luck for a very long time– every offering I found was either over $300 a month and/or required an astronomically large deposit and a yearly contract. Finally one place I’d gotten on a waiting list with eight months ago had a unit available and it was surprisingly affordable, especially for a climate controlled facility, even after the $10 a month extra fee for the 24 hour access they never disclose anywhere as requiring an extra fee!
It’s built in and around the site of a former large bakery, which left South Florida due to a necessity to consolidate and the exorbitant costs of producing their goods here.
It now houses a large number of climate controlled storage units in the old bakery building and some additional ones in outbuildings, as well as a maintenance facility for rental trucks.
Of course there’s gotta be a reason it’s so cheap, and that’s that it is nearly impossible to access.
Access to the facility is only possible via one road, in one direction, which in turn is only accessible via one small isolated industrial district. During the day, that’s a two hour queue to get in and another half hour to get back out.
At night, it’s perfectly fine…. Until they suffered the Truckwall infection.
A tow truck driver collected the shattered remains of one of the company’s rental trucks from what looks to have been a pretty severe crash. The whole front of the pickup was smashed in and the cab appeared to have been cut open to rescue the occupants. The tow truck driver came in and dropped it…. right in front of the only access gate to the storage facility.
I came up trying to get in as he was filling out his paperwork and asked if he had to leave the truck there or if he could move it a few feet away from the gate to restore access (if anyone is inside the facility right now, they’re trapped as well!!)
He told me that he would…… If I gave him $150 in cash within the next ten minutes. Otherwise he’d just leave.
OOPS! YOUR STORAGE HAS BEEN BLOCKED BY TRUCKWALL!!!
I gave up and left after calling the city’s police department, who outright refused to send anyone.
There are just some things you have to, sadly, come to live with as a fact of life in South Florida, and one of them is that you sometimes you’ll find yourself locked out of where you want to go due to road based stupidity.
As I feared, TruckWall had trapped users of the facility. One of them had a large pickup truck with bull bars on the front. TruckWall’s payload was shoved back from the gate…. with slightly more damage than it had originally.